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Ce intrebari ai vrea sa-mi pui?&lt;br /&gt;-Ce te surprinde  cel mai mult la oameni?&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu a raspuns:&lt;br /&gt;-Faptul ca se  plictisesc de copilarie, se grabesc sa creasca, apoi iarasi tânjesc sa  fie copii; ca îsi pierd sanatatea ca sa faca bani si apoi îsi cheltuiesc  banii ca sa-si refaca sanatatea; faptul ca se gandesc cu teama la  viitor si uita prezentul iar astfel nu traiesc nici prezentul nici  viitorul; ca traiesc ca si cum nu ar muri niciodata si mor ca si cum nu  ar fi trait.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu mi-a luat mana si am stat tacuti un timp.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi  am intrebat:&lt;br /&gt;-Ca un parinte, care sunt câteva din lectiile de viata,  pe care ai dori sa le învete copiii Tai?&lt;br /&gt;-Sa invete ca dureaza doar  cateva secunde sa deschida rani profunde in inima celor pe care ii  iubesc si ca dureaza mai multi ani ca acestea sa se vindece; sa invete  ca un om bogat nu este acela care are cel mai mult ci acela care are  nevoie de cel mai putin; sa invete ca exista oameni care ii iubesc dar  pur si simplu nu stiu sa-si exprime sentimentele; sa invete ca doi  oameni se pot uita la acelasi lucru si ca pot sa-l vada in mod diferit;  sa invete ca nu este suficient sa-i ierte pe ceilalti si ca de asemenea  trebuie sa se ierte pe ei insisi.&lt;br /&gt;-Multumesc pentru timpul  acordat..am zis umil. Ar mai fi ceva: ce ai dori ca oamenii sa stie?&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu  m-a privit zâmbind si a zis:&lt;br /&gt;-Doar faptul ca sunt aici,  intotdeuna... Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;Sa dormim, sa alergam in  dreapta si-n stanga,&lt;br /&gt;sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou,&lt;br /&gt;sa-i  judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa citim  si sa scriem,&lt;br /&gt;sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris,&lt;br /&gt;avem  timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem  iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp pentru  ambitii si boli,&lt;br /&gt;sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp  sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa  ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa sfaramam  un vis si sa-l reinventam,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i  pierdem,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea,&lt;br /&gt;avem  timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;Nu  e timp doar, pentru putina tandrete.&lt;br /&gt;Cand sa facem si asta - murim.&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua !!&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce poti face  este sa fii o persoana iubita.&lt;br /&gt;Restul ... depinde de ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie&lt;br /&gt;Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase.&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere&lt;br /&gt;Si ca doar in cateva  secunde poti sa o pierzi&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata&lt;br /&gt;Ci  PE CINE ai.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul cca  15 minute&lt;br /&gt;Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca  nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca&lt;br /&gt;Ci cu  ceea ce poti tu sa faci&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla  oamenilor&lt;br /&gt;Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca oricum ai taia&lt;br /&gt;Orice lucru are doua fete&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca  trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde&lt;br /&gt;S-ar putea sa  fie ultima oara cand ii vezi&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult  timp&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca EROI sunt cei  care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu stiu s-o arate&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am dreptul sa fiu suparat&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu  am dreptul sa fiu si rau&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua  sa existe chiar si la distanta&lt;br /&gt;Iar asta este valabil si pentru  iubirea adevarata&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai  vrea tu&lt;br /&gt;Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat  ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten&lt;br /&gt;Oricum te va rani din  cand in cand&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca  nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fii iertat de altii&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata trebuie  sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de  mult suferi,&lt;br /&gt;Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta.&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta  personalitatea&lt;br /&gt;Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Si  nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca  uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc&lt;br /&gt;Si nu faptele sale&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru&lt;br /&gt;Si pot vedea ceva  total diferit&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;Cei care sunt  cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca viata  iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore&lt;br /&gt;De catre oameni care nici nu te  cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat&lt;br /&gt;Cand  te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca  scrisul&lt;br /&gt;Ca si vorbitul&lt;br /&gt;Poate linisti durerile sufletesti&lt;br /&gt;Am  invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult&lt;br /&gt;Iti sunt luati prea  repede ...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;Unde sa  tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani oamenii si a-ti sustine  parerile.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa pot sa fiu iubita.&lt;br /&gt;Nopti  si zile minunate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358671996209277928-1297702814260905777?l=lya-z60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lângă tine nici o lumină, nici o stea, nici un zeu nu rămâne.                                                                          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----Uită  Arcadia!-                                                                                                                                                                      Ceasul ce nu vrea să bată,  nerotunjitul,neîmplinitul, să-l uiți.                                                            Cu ceața ta spicele n-au legământ,la curtea ta  nu se umplu ulcioarele, până  la tine de-abia străbate cuvânt din patria unde domn este soarele.                                       Basmul e totdeauna la alții,minunea  aiurea și astrul în larguri.În preajma ta - nu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                          În imperiul negurii - tu cufundă-te şi adună-te-n praguri.                                                                Sub zarea joasă şi fără pățanii cu jalea pe umeri perindă-se anii.                                                    Aşa-mi spuneam încă ieri, mereu,călcând în țărâna  peste o floare,sau peste umbra surprinsă a vre unui zeu,ce calea-mi  aţine, dar nu rămâne.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                    Doamne, cum ne-am despărțit cu toții.                                                                                               Poate că şi prietenia şi iubirea nu merită,  într-adevăr, să fie trăite, dacă nu sunt veșnice.             O viată  întreagă de frumusețe, asta ar însemna ceva, într-adevăr.                                                Încă ieri, numai ieri, doar ieri mă  apăram cu frică de zodia nouă ce se ridică.                                    Şi azi, dintr-o dată, neașteptat, acest răsărit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                             Ce cântec nemăsurat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                                                                   Ca unui orb vindecat, lumea-n lumină, mi s-a lărgit .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                       Puterile mișca-n zenit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deschid porțile: Timp neumblat,bine-ai venit,bine-ai venit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                          Greșeala oamenilor a fost ca niciodată nu s-au priceput sa se uite lângă ei. Li s-a părut ca dacă  fericirea exista, ea trebuie sa fie inaccesibila sau foarte greu de  atins. Dincolo de orizontul lor.Vă înspăimântă faptul că dacă nu aţi  urma pe cineva, atunci v-ați simți singuri? Atunci fiți singuri!  Deoarece aceasta e singura modalitate prin intermediul căreia să aflați  cine și ce sunteți: stupizi, vinovați şi pustii în suflet.                                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Dar în  explorarea pe care o veţi face, să nu vă izolați de restul lumii, iar  această cercetare nu trebuie să vă transforme în niște nevrotici. Acceptați faptul că nu există nici o deosebire între individual şi  colectiv, așa că ați participat la crearea lumii cu tot ceea ce vă  reprezintă, prin urmare lumea oglindește ceea ce sunteți.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358671996209277928-2117680131438428306?l=lya-z60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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